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Masks We Wear.
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In life we wear countless, oh yes, countless of masks.
A backstabbing, bitter lie that gouges between the shoulder blades.
A gleaming and pleasant smile behind a weary, tear-streaked face.
A manufactured loathe towards the person who has abandoned you in the dark.
Yet, you grieve to accept their apology with all the slivers of your broken heart.
Masks can be lush and colorful, flashy with cheerful and bright colors.
All shapes and sizes...
Cannot you see them? The gas mask they’re wearing?
Empty, hollowed eyes that gaze into an endless abyss
while their lips hard in detoxication.
Plastic! What for?
To try to ignore the thick smoke, curling and lashing out from
the orangey flames of hatred that rage within their "once home."
Intuition, that's all it takes to simply see someone's mask crumbling in front of you.
Gone stale with age, putrid with corruption, and filthy with lies...
And how everyone else, like a pack of hungry pigeons dive in
scuffing the crumbs with madness.
Or the young woman who is just exhausted of this games of mindless guess, wears only a stick note.
Upon her mouth, glue sweetened on her lips and a blunt, rounded line of a smile.
Still works.
They may be feathery and bright,
but in truth just a lifeless facet of depraved desires deviling in the crevices of our minds.
A portrait of who you wish to be, yet cannot. Desires, craves, longs.
Our nature alone is woven, painted, cut, and jeweled from them alone.
Yet, this means they are just masks, you see?
Cardboard or silk, no matter...
Rather sooner or later,
they shall decay and unleash
your own pale flesh and tender eyes unto the blistering sunlight.
For your soul isn’t masked, is it?
© 2013 - 2024 kissysaltcoatedangel
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This poem describes my life so perfectly. I wear a mask to hide the endless pain, the emotional exhaustion, and the heartbreak and sorrow deep within my soul. I hide the truth from the world in order to protect myself, to hide my weaknesses. I cover my emotions, and I'm almost completely numb to it all. This poem resonates strongly within my soul. Very well done, my friend. 